flowersofthedead:
For what it’s worth, at least the king was honest was about his own misgivings, Like being bad with names or apparently directions. He couldn’t help a smile at the pun, At least sans got a laugh out of it! Though he did shiver at the thought of going into snowdin like this.
“While i’d love to sea snowdin again, I’m afraid like this i would very quickly become a ice sculpture, I’d appreciate a guide back towards hotland. Lest i spend another couple of hours lost again…or end up in temmie village again. They are nice creatures certainly but a little odd.”
Honesty was something the skeleton preferred. Figuring out what someone meant behind their surface statements was... well-- effort. He’d much rather spent time in the presence of someone who wasn’t as work intensive in conversation. Plus, it made for a pleasant air to the interaction. So sure-- he’d gladly spend a bit of time with the big guy.
“Lucky fer ya, know that route like the back of my metacarpals.” He usually took shortcuts, sure, but he did know the original route. A chuckle accompanying the sound of slippers against the moist floor as he started in the direction. “Won’t take nearly that long this time. Though, ye did go pretty downstream n’term of where ye ended up. This station ain’t far from Snowdin after all.” It’s probably good that he ran into him when he did. “Though is understandable ye got turned round near the Temmie Village. That region gets real dark n’all.”
